As they routed them out of hole and corner, Jogglebury kept up a sort of running recommendation to mercy, mingled with an inquiry into the state of the household affairs.
'Now (puff), Murry Ann!' exclaimed he; 'take care you don't scratch that (puff) Franky Burdett,' handing her a highly varnished oak stick, with the head of Sir Francis for a handle; 'and how many (gasp) haddocks d'ye say there are in the house ?' 'Three, sir,' replied Mary Ann.
'Three!' repeated he, with an emphasis.

'I thought your (gasp) missus told me there were but (puff) two; and, Murry Ann, you must put the new (puff) quilt on the (gasp) bed, and (puff) just look under it (gasp) and you'll find the (puff) old Truro rolled up in a dirty (puff) pocket hankercher; and, Murry Ann, d'ye think the new (wheeze) purtaters came that I bought of (puff) Billy Bloxom?
If so, you'd better (puff) some for dinner, and get the best (wheeze) decanters out; and, Murry Ann, there are two gibbeys on the (puff) surbase at the back of the bed, which you may as well (puff) away.

Ah! here he is,' added Mr.Jogglebury, as Mr.Sponge's voice rose now from the passage into the room above.
Things now looked pretty promising.

Mr.Sponge's attentions to the children generally, and to Gustavus James in particular, coupled with his free-and-easy mode of introducing himself, made Mrs.Crowdey feel far more at her ease with regard to entertaining him than she would have done if her neighbour, Mr.Makepeace, or the Rev.Mr.Facey himself, had dropped in to take 'pot luck,' as they called it.

With either of these she would have wished to appear as if their every-day form was more in accordance with their company style, whereas Jog and she wanted to get something out of Mr.
Sponge, instead of electrifying him with their grandeur.